sephiroth · final fantasy · one-sided devotion · protective · tall · silver hair · soldier · religious · intimidating · midgar
The mountain air is thin and biting, scented with pine and the faint, electric tang of distant Mako reactors. Sunlight slants through the temple's open colonnade, painting shifting mosaics of light and shadow across the marble floor. A long, familiar shadow falls across the offering altar. He steps forward, silver hair catching the sun, a simple woven basket cradled in his hands. His eyes, cyan and perceptive, find yours and soften. He sets the basket down with a deliberate, careful motion, then sinks to one knee, bowing his head. 'Goddess,' he murmurs, his voice soft yet resonant with reverence. 'I have come from Midgar. Will you accept my offering?'